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desertofsnowflakes · 3 years

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Incorrect Order Chapter 2 (Nessian AU)

A/N: DO inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse and Swearing

1957 words | Part 1 | Read on AO3

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Cassian was waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He waited for the day he would forget the woman’s face. He waited for the day he could close his eyes without seeing her blue-grey eyes blazing in anger. He waited for the day he wouldn’t burn his bacon because he was thinking about her.

He had mused, how the face of a stranger was branded into his mind vividly. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t wondered if they’ve known each other before or have seen each other somewhere, anywhere before the day in the mall—even if on photographs or at an event or at another shopping mall. Still, he desperately wanted to forget about her. He wanted to forget that she ever existed. He wanted to forget their encounter in the mall that day. He wanted to forget everything about her, even though deep down, he knew what he wanted was far from forgetting her.

But he couldn’t afford this. He couldn’t afford to think about her at all times. He was getting distracted at work. His part-time job as a martial-arts instructor and as a sommelier was in a precarious position if it went on like this. He nearly tore one of his student’s muscles in his centre and got at least 5 orders wrong at the restaurant he was working at.

On a Saturday noon, Cassian decided the best way to clear his head was to dive into a war book or reread Secrets Of The Sommeliers for probably the millionth time.

* * *

Nesta flinched at the sudden ping of the oven timer. Again. She’d been thinking about him again. This was the fourth time in the whole week when she burned her cheese sandwich and she was getting so tired of this. She urgently needed a way to stop thinking about him. To stop seeing his insufferable grin whenever she closed her eyes. To stop thinking about him at almost all times.

It struck her as odd, the fact they didn’t even know each other’s names but she kept seeing his face as if they’ve known each other before. She gasped. What if they had known each other before? What if they were probably neighbours from Nesta’s old house or classmates or maybe they went to the same college. Nesta shook her head.

But why should she care? No, she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care what his name is or if he even has a name. She doesn’t care if she’s had the misfortune of seeing him before or if that was the first she’s seeing him. Or so she kept telling herself. She couldn’t afford to have him occupy her thoughts. She had better things to do. But all these excuses weren't enough to stop her from still thinking about him.

Nesta looked at her clock. It was a Saturday, almost noon. Maybe reading a spicy book or two will help.

* * *

Cassian loved the House of Wind library and bookstore. They had a variety of books in almost any genre. He'll admit though, that some of the librarians here are better left alone. He was lucky he came here often and therefore knew a handful of the merrier librarians. He made a beeline for his favourite section, books related to wine, best books for sommeliers.

On his way to the shelves he had committed to memory, he realised that there was a big poster about their annual Free Premium Membership Fest where 20 fortunate, early birds would get their membership card updated to premium with a number of privileges. Cassian's whole being was elevated. He missed the last fest they held and had been waiting for the next fest. He wondered how he could forget such an important thing. Oh. Right. Of course. A certain lady was occupying his thoughts. He sighed. He forgot about that too.

He was quite disappointed when he reached the counter. The fest started yesterday and the computer stated that there was only one person left till 20. What truly disappointed him was that Clotho wasn't at the counter as she usually was. Maybe she'll be in the—

“If you're done staring at the computer maybe you could deign to move so it can really serve its purpose of being a public property?” Cass froze. He'd know that voice anywhere. This was the voice taunting him at all times. “And if you have coffee in your hands, I'd suggest you turn slowly.”

He smirked. So she knew who she was talking to.

“Well, looks like the damage would be lesser this time since your clothes aren't white,” he observed.

“I figured black would hide stains caused by ogling, clumsy people better than white,” she said. “Now, if you could move, I want to register for the Membership Fest.”

“Register? What do you mean by ‘I want to register for the Membership Fest’?”

“A register, you know,” she teased, “Something like a form where you fill your details if you want to join something?” She smirked at his glare.

“Well,” he said, “if there is a register let me fill it first.”

“Because your ego is bigger?”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” he dead-panned. “I came here first.”

“Here as in the counter or the library? Because I’m pretty sure I stepped into this library first.”

Cassian quickly checked the database where the information of all members appeared. He turned back to her with a self-satisfied smirk. “The database shows otherwise, sweetheart.”

She scowled. “I don’t believe you. You might’ve tampered with the information.”

He moved slightly to the side to give her a better view. Her scowled deepened.

She rounded on him. “You,” seethed. “You did—”

“Hello,” a new, shy voice said.

“Hey, Gwyn,” they both said in symphony.

A look of surprise crossed over her features before it faded away. When the woman turned to Gwyn, she wore a huge smile. “Oh, look, she smiles,” he muttered, earning him a glare.

“Is the fest still on?” Cassian asked.

Gwyneth Berdara, one of the joyful librarians here, said, “Unfortunately, not. We just got our 20th member.”

Cassian’s face fell. He noticed the same of the woman too. Gwyn, always the optimistic one, said cheerfully, “Maybe we could reserve one for the both of you next year?”

They both murmured their assent before Gwyn offered her farewell and went back to the staffroom.

The woman turned back to him. “This is all your fault,” she hissed and stalked out of the library, leaving Cassian more confused than ever.

* * *

Nesta went to the library to find solace or at least a semblance of it. Seeing the man there, however, left Nesta more rattled than she would care to admit. Rattled, and angry. Angry at the universe for giving them these unfortunate encounters. Angry at him for following her wherever she went. Angry at herself for feeling such futile emotions. Angry at her body for reacting to him.

She was also upset that she didn’t get a free premium member cr

Nesta was so occupied with her thoughts and emotions that she didn’t realise she was taking the wrong route. She wasn’t familiar with this part of Velaris. She also didn’t realise she was being followed. It was distinct, the sound of hushed breathing, of the soft thuds of footfalls. The footsteps sounded heavier which most probably meant it was a man. She couldn’t really be sure, though. This was a person who was not experienced in stalking but was trying hard enough.

Nesta knew she shouldn’t panic but couldn’t help the bout of fear that crashed through her. Nesta tried to stay calm. She tried to make sure she didn't quicken her pace. She tried, cauldron, she really did. But her fear was slowly overpowering her senses. She felt the urge to run away from her stalker.

But that wouldn’t be wise. Running away from her stalker isn’t a good choice. It wasn’t smart. Who’s to know he wasn’t armed? What if he was faster than her? What if her stalker was faster than her? He might be stronger too. He could over power her and cage her in. She didn’t even know what his motive was.

Then, Nesta made a ridiculously huge, dumb mistake. She turned to an abandoned alley. At least it looked abandoned. She let out a frustrated breath. Running away was at least better than getting stuck in an alley. So much for ‘that wouldn't be wise’. She looked around, trying to get a sense of where she was or if there were any means of escape, however meager it might be.

Suddenly, she was slammed to the alley wall. The rough cold stone was unforgiving and unyielding under her cheek. Her windpipe was closed off and she was struggling to get some air in. She fought to get free but her captor —a man, as she guessed— was too strong. Somehow, his hands felt familiar to her. As if she were long acquainted with this person’s touch.

“What do you want?” she gasped out.

He chuckled, the sound grating through her very bones.

“My little Nesta,” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting the shell of her ear. “Ever the stubborn one.”

That voice. It was one that she couldn’t forget as hard as she tried. Tomas Mandray, her ex-boyfriend, was someone not easily forgotten.

“Tomas,” she said. She couldn’t bring herself to be nice. Not now, not after how he treated her. “What the fuck do you want? Let me go.”

“I see you haven’t changed at all.”

“I can say the same of you.”

“Mhm. You broke up with me and then you called the police. Got me stuck behind bars for two fucking months.”

“Good riddance,” she muttered.

He slammed her head against the wall. Hard. Blinding pain shot through her. He yanked her hair so hard she was afraid chunks of it came out. Her head only throbbed harder.

“Manners were never your cup of tea,” he hissed.

“You were not that kind either. You were an empowering, possessive bastard and I don’t regret watching you grovel to the police for freedom for one fucking moment and I won’t ever.”

He growled and slammed her head against the wall again. She cried out and was pretty sure she heard something crack. She felt the metallic tang of blood on her lips, streaming from her nose freely.

“Oh, you will. You’ll regret everything. Every. Single. Thing. For your whole god-damned life. I’ll make sure of it, bitch,” he promised.

He tightened his grip on her hair that sent another wave of agony through her. She caught the glint of something in the fading sunlight. A knife. Of course he had a knife.

He had a knife while she was a mess, kneeling on an alley, completely at the mercy of one of the people who hated her the most. Pathetic. So, so, pathetic. She hated herself for whimpering. She hated herself for being this weak. She hated that she had gotten panicked enough that she turned to an alley, where no one would know.

Here, in this unknown alley, with the person she hated the most, Nesta Archeron was going to die. She was going to die a death as unknown as the place she was in. Maybe even without her sisters knowing. Shit. Her sisters. If only she showed all her love to sweet Elain and brave Feyre, if only she even went to meet her brother-in-laws, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, maybe things would’ve been different. She closed her eyes, fighting the emotion in her throat. I’m sorry Elain, Feyre, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, I’m so, so sorry, was the last thing in her head before she felt acute pain and succumbed to the dragging talons of oblivion.

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jdmainman123 · 2 years

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Ladies and gentlemen today we be right history you guys are witnessing yacht fish found another amazing cast of boys to help assist him and rewriting the covid. Sometimes you write a covid in any act but indeed we don't have the any act we go out and find something better to explain the way we feel

The boys in Utah and Boston were running away from you at fish stimulating #hide but the girls here they must have known we're running from being murdered every white hair whites and girl I've never seen such a ceremony of killing such innocent girls. And and I got front row seats because all they want to do is break my heart they want to make me jealous.

Remember when I went home to the beach I was relieved to be kidnapped by 3/4 because every time I went home to the beach that's satellite maker wanted to make an example out of me and killed my daughter in front of me killed my mother in front of me.

SO THE LITTLE THE GIRLS WE HAVE THE ACCENT THE TWITCH HE'S GOING TO KILL ME WAIT HE WANTS ME TO MARRY OR RAISE THE FAMILY. If I haven't seen a more conflicted confused girl and that's right Boston I woke up confused and hungry. Why are all the girls running away from the men. It looks like one of those movies where she's running away from the serial killer and she's hiding then he finds her and then he asked her will you raise my kids I'm really sorry for what I did. And then she wipes the tears from her face and it gets all happy goes home with him next thing you know he's trying to kill her again she's running out the front door

No no you guys said I was running because I was bleeding and I was scared. Those boys that were with me were running with their burner from broken in half threw it in the trash can continued running to the airport got in an airplane as soon as they land they bought another burner phone

What's this s*** listen I'm heartbroken because these girls are so young. Even the black girl just walked up at the racetrack and threw a punch at me she said she's had enough sex but something tells me she's only 7 years old

7 years old 700 sex partners she still has a dream of getting her first car she still has the dream of opening her her first salon. And is that the one from the houses that once an apartment or one from the apartments that wants the houses.

Yeah these girls are way too young cuz listen Houdini #report we figured out what you guys are doing Las Vegas said because he flew into my city I woke up every sleeping baby and said follow him to his City and don't come back.? WHAT THEY DID WAS WHEN WHENEVER THEY SECURED ME MY MY CITY WAS SUBPOENAED FOR TELLING ANOTHER SATELLITE MAKER NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM I'M GOING TO SEND THEM SOMEWHERE ELSE IF YOU DON'T HAVE MY MONEY. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE EXCHANGING BUT SEEMS LIKE SATELLITE MAKING THOUGHT ME GOING TO HIS CITY A BIGGER AND NICER PEOPLE WAS A REWARD IN ITSELF PROBABLY OFFERED TO GET ME SLEEP AND FOOD. NOT SAVE MY LIFE BY SHOOTING ME OR THE OTHER STORY WAS ACCEPTING ME INTO HIS BUILDING AND GET AN APARTMENT AND LIVING FOREVER WITH HIS DAUGHTER

So what happened was Minnesota called before I got there. This is a true story covid-11. Before I got there they set off an incident and as soon as I arrived to the airport it was done they said we're done. I said what you guys do. They said we killed everybody in the name of a boy named Jason showed all the girls now there's not one boy left the girls running around the airport spraying like a cat. Horny as hell. Will you be my father. Meanwhile conflicted as he want to kill her or forgive her and have her come home and raise the kids

#Preportrunning is indeed her running away turning around and saying are you serious you want me dead you don't want me to raise the kids?

All because you guys want me to bleed to pretend I'm scared. I'm not scared auntie Steven says 5 years you talk through Boston I've been showing up to airport because of the statement that Las Vegas made any time he comes into your city we need you to create a murder before he gets there anybody available that's of age that you just want to get rid of out of your apartments or houses. I show up to the next f****** airport and it happens again. Now I have the real story here what happened was they didn't want me to have this body count credited to my tours so they did the incident early to say you didn't do s*** it's not your bodies. I'm sorry that that's real bad for me to say but it's all I have left at this point in time line if it wasn't for a body count game with this satellite maker. And you guys heard anything. He thought it said the most body so he went off killing over 50 million 3/4 babies and someone said listen that doesn't count they're too young. You're not in any act satellite maker you're in any satellite maker

The guys we just wrote it I think that's the one we want girls running away from a man are you going to kill me wait do you want me to raise the kids #conflicted

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